Tuesday, 19 January 2016

2.67: Whuzzup?


Every time you run into me, Postumus, the first thing out of your mouth is 'Whuzzup?' It's like your catchphrase. Our paths cross for the tenth time in an hour and it's still, 'Whuzzup?' I get it, Postumus —nothing’s 'up' with you.

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